#patrick ohara x reader

[l13]

Can I request Web slinger and reader smacking his ass and his reaction yk what the spot request said please but with Patrick O'Hara

OMG I CANT BELIEVE SOMEONE ACTUALLY WRITES FOR HIM

you'd startle him so bad LMAOO "Jesus Christ, woman!!"

definitely wants to get back at you after that, so he slaps your ass every chance his gets. But the slaps he lays are brutal, and when you turn to look at him over your shoulder with disbelief written all over your face, he grins lazily, "Why the long face, honey? Y'started it,"

Over the days tho, the slaps get softer, and he makes sure to sooth your pain with one or two squeezes, cooing down at you if you wince or pout at him, "Awh, darlin'. Did I hurt you that much? 'm sorry sweetie,"

all the effort you put into your acting was worth it, because Patrick had finally let his guard down, and now it was your turn to get back at him. And honestly you just wanted an excuse to touch his butt. Sauntering around with those tight jeans of his, spurs clicking as he went. How could a grown man look so slutty while walking?

You caught him at the best moment, too, right as he bent down to grab a beer from the fridge, and you bit your lip as you watched the material of his jeans hug his form perfectly. This time you were quick with it. Slap, squeeze, and bolt. Only you didn't run, you couldn't help but stay and gawk at his ass a while longer.

"Christ, this again? Thought we settled this,"

"I'm not starting anything baby, you just looked really good. Swear on my life." lie, lie, lie

"Mhm, I know better than that you lil' minx. Y'done feeling me up?"

"Nope,"

[l13]

OMG I NEED ALL OF YOUR THOUGHTS ON WEB SLINGER/PATRICK OHARA, FLUFF, ANGST, SMUTT, DARK SMUT LITERALLY ANYTHING PLEASE

OKAY I JUST WANNA SAY THAT ONCE I SAW YOU SAY ANGST I GOT AN IDEAAA,

cw: just badly written angst:) buckle up

what if during the atsv events, you and Patrick choose different sides. Like you're on Miles' side, and Patrick is on Miguel's. That automatically creates conflict between you (obv), but the moment you saw Miguel kick Gwen out, you'd already made up your mind.

Patrick is so fixed on the situation at hand, that he doesn't notice you leaving till he bends to whisper something against your ear and he doesn't find you next to him. He looks around immediately, trying to catch sight of you, only to find you pushing past people to get out of the control room. He jogs to catch up to you, and squeezes your hand to stop you. "Where are you goin'?"

"I'm leaving." he frowns at that, letting your hand slip from his, lowering his bandana and letting it fall around his neck. "And go where?"

"Anywhere other than here. God, did you not see Miguel in there? He looked.. insane."

"I mean.. darlin', he's right."

You turn to face him fully, your eyebrows furrowed as you glare at him, "No, he's not."

Patrick says your name with a sigh, "Sometimes it's just better to do nothin'-"

"You mean to say that Miles should just let his dad die, even though he knows it's gonna happen? Don't give me that shit, Patrick."

He winces when you call him by his name, instead of one of your usual nicknames, sounding unfamiliar and wrong coming from your lips. He's scrambling to explain, try to make you understand what's at stake, "We've all lost people, it's how this works. It's what made us who we are. Hell, you and I have lost people too."

You scoff out a dry laugh at that, "Yeah, and if I'd known when and where that would have happened, you best believe I'd have done everything in my power to save them."

He takes his hat off to run a hand through his hair nervously, "So- so what, y're just gonna run off? Fight alongside that kid?"

"..I don't know, maybe. Come with me-" you trail off once you see the uncertainty in his eyes, and you felt a shiver run down your spine at the realization that at that moment, he looked like a stranger to you.

"No I'm... I'm staying."

You swallow around the knot forming in your throat, trying your best to ignore the stinging in your eyes as you nod curtly, "Okay." you turn to leave, despite every fiber in your body wanting to stay with him.

"Wait-!" you stop when you hear him call out, turning your head to the side to indicate that you're listening.

"Miguel.. is not the forgiving type. Once he finds out you changed sides he's not gonna hold back. Just.. don't provoke him. Stay saf-"

You turn to look at him once more, and he flinches when he meets your cold gaze, "Fuck you, Patrick."

You ignore the way your heart falls to your stomach at the way his expression crumbles, eyes widening a fraction, "Darlin'.. please-" you leave then, trying to forget how broken and hoarse his voice sounded.

And he watches you go, clenching his fists at his sides, "Come back to me."